Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 975 - 725: Chaotic Situation (Part 2)

Existence is a ceaseless trial, an unending conquest of internal trepidation and doubt.

Within trials, one either attains transcendence or succumbs to demise.

Bang, bang, bang!

The combatants clashed once more, their fists colliding, raw power meeting raw power.

Blow after blow, they exchanged, strikes simple and direct, akin to mortal martial artists locked in combat.

At their advanced cultivation level, confrontations strip away complexities, becoming stark and straightforward.

Yet, it is this very simplicity that amplifies the surging killing intent.

Each devastating punch targets the opponent's crucial points, embodying a concentration of essence, Qi, and spirit, capable of shaking the very soul. Any flicker of hesitation, fear, or doubt in such a clash spells eternal ruin.

This brutal exchange depletes not only spiritual power, magical energy, and Qi and blood, but also the cultivator's spirit and will.

In fewer than ten breaths, hundreds of moves had already been exchanged.

A palm descended like a devastating war machine, and Shi Yan bellowed, "Perish!"

This single strike seemed intent on annihilation.

Lu Xuanji braced himself with both hands, taking the assault head-on.

His arms went limp, unable to withstand the force, and he coughed up a spray of blood.

The Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure, too, bore damage from the relentless collision; numerous formations fractured, and runes crumbled, pushing the artifact to the brink of disintegration.

Unbelievably potent!

Shi Yan's cultivation is truly overwhelming. His strength, speed, explosive power, reflexes, agility—every attribute is terrifyingly developed, exuding an invincible aura. Despite leveraging a magical treasure and employing various tactics, it proved insufficient.

Boom, boom, boom!

Shi Yan's movements blurred as he unleashed three rapid-fire punches.

The Qi vibrated intensely, emitting a sound like tearing fabric.

Blood flowed from Lu Xuanji's nose and mouth as he collapsed.

"Finally, he's dead!"

Shi Yan exhaled in relief, but his relief shattered the next moment as he noticed the corpse on the ground dissolve.

He then saw Lu Xuanji reappear at the entrance, vanishing inside after a few swift movements.

"Seeking your own doom!"

Shi Yan roared in fury, giving chase.

However, he could no longer find any trace of Lu Xuanji. This Daoist of Creation proved remarkably cunning, exploiting an opportune moment to execute a flawless escape, shedding his perceived form to evade every peril. Such acute danger-sensing abilities and astonishingly swift evasion were truly remarkable.

Astonishing.

With no time for contemplation, Shi Yan entered the cave mansion, beginning his search for the Purple Mansion Order.

The Purple Mansion Order is the ultimate prize.

All else are secondary concerns.

...

His form flickered as he entered the cave mansion, navigating toward a specific location.

Lu Xuanji could endure no longer, spitting blood as he gasped for air, his vitality ebbing.

Activating his cultivation technique, his injuries began to mend with remarkable speed.

Recalling the recent battle, his mind churned, his cultivation solidified, and his spiritual will grew stronger.

His initial rapid cultivation had led to a relative dip in combat prowess, but this intense battle had stabilized his foundation.

Suppressing the turmoil within, Lu Xuanji pressed onward, delving deeper into the palace. He proceeded through corridors, his senses alert to the environment, monitoring the shifts in formations, diligently guarding against latent dangers, and bypassing unknown risks. With measured steps, he arrived at a chamber and delivered a punch.

Yet, only a faint sound echoed against the wall, leaving no discernible mark from his fist.

Standing before a grand doorway, he observed intently, analyzing the intricate patterns of runes that shifted and changed upon its surface.

Lu Xuanji stroked his chin, initiating a process of deduction.

He began to interweave the runes, causing them to transform.

At a critical juncture, the door groaned and slowly swung open.

Lu Xuanji’s steps quickened as he entered.

"So many Immortal Crystals?"

Lu Xuanji's gaze swept forward, registering a hint of astonishment.

Before him stood a colossal mountain, towering over a hundred meters, yet it was entirely composed of Immortal Crystals, forming a breathtakingly massive peak.

Formed from condensed Immortal Qi, Immortal Crystals significantly bolster a cultivator's progress. A single crystal the size of a fist could ignite conflicts among Harmonization realm cultivators, and a veritable mountain of them would incite envy and deadly battles among even Tribulation Crossing cultivators.

Calming the surge of excitement, Lu Xuanji employed a secret technique, commencing the collection of all the Immortal Crystals.

With these readily available, his future cultivation resources would be abundant, at least until the point of ascension.

Furthermore, he could bequeath a portion to his clan, serving as a lasting family inheritance.

Just as he finished gathering the contents of the chamber and prepared to relocate, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from outside.

Three cultivators materialized at the entrance, their gazes fixed on Lu Xuanji as they inquired, "Fellow Daoist, what exactly did you just acquire?"

"I've only just arrived, and this place appears quite empty," Lu Xuanji responded, not hesitating to weave a falsehood.

"Hmph, do you take us for fools, brat?" one cultivator sneered, gesturing for the others to block the exit.

"Indeed, I believe you are fools!" Lu Xuanji declared with a touch of indifference.

While his current cultivation level prevented him from defeating Shi Yan, surely these individuals posing no threat?

"Dispatch him!" The trio exchanged a look, declared their intent, and launched their assault.

As the saying goes, men perish for riches, and birds die for sustenance.

Or perhaps, it was their overconfidence in their own cultivation that fueled their aggression.

Lu Xuanji showed no mercy, unleashing the Nine-Colored Divine Saber. The formidable weapon flashed, its blade light erupting as he cleaved one cultivator in two before the horrified eyes of the other two. The severed body plummeted to the ground, mangled and lifeless.

The remaining two cultivators' expressions shifted dramatically; neither had anticipated such a swift and brutal outcome.

They immediately halted their advance, turning to flee precipitously towards the exit.

"Do you really think you can escape?" Lu Xuanji's voice dripped with cold disdain. He brandished the Nine-Colored Divine Saber, delivering a series of relentless slashes that annihilated all in his path.

"Ahhh!" The two cultivators fell to the ground, their pained screams echoing as their vitality rapidly dissipated. Their eyes were fixed on their demise, filled with profound regret and an utter unwillingness to accept their fate.

From dust to dust, from ashes to ashes.

The inherent inequality among all beings is only truly equalized in the grip of death.

The demise of mere mortals and even Tribulation Crossing Cultivators shares a common thread: the pervasive presence of fear and reluctance.

Lu Xuanji observed the grim scene, then proceeded to meticulously search the fallen bodies, appropriating any valuable treasures before preparing to depart.

At this juncture, a multitude of cultivators had already infiltrated the secret realm. Palaces of all descriptions and countless locales teemed with activity, presenting a profoundly chaotic spectacle. Bloody conflicts erupted frequently, with some individuals seemingly having already secured valuable magical treasures and elixirs, thereby attracting the covetous attention of others.

Consequently, the scramble for wealth devolved into a brutal contest of lethal force and blatant theft.

Unceasing battles unfolded, marked by the deployment of diverse lethal techniques and endless confrontations. Some cultivators coalesced into groups, calling upon allies to join the fray, all fiercely vying for coveted spoils.

Fortunately, the secret realm's immense expanse, coupled with the grandeur of its palaces and the labyrinthine network of passages, meant Lu Xuanji had not yet encountered any other cultivators directly.

Guided by an inner intuition, he pressed onward in a particular direction.

Upon reaching a grand palace, it became apparent that an aura of supreme laws permeated the area, rendering even his smartphone useless. Baidu Map failed to display coherent visuals, with many regions appearing frustratingly pixelated or simply blurred.

In such a disorienting environment, one could only rely on their innate senses.

One might be deceived by countless things – the eyes can falter, the ears can misinform, but instinct alone remains unswayed. Should one's innermost feelings lead them astray, they are invariably destined for calamity.

As he ventured deeper, a glint of sword light flashed, and a cultivator materialized before him. The adversary wielded a long saber, launching a fierce assault. Lu Xuanji countered instantly, his reaction immediate and unhesitating.

Following an intense duel spanning thirty moves, Lu Xuanji emerged victorious, felling his opponent. After a swift search of the fallen cultivator's remains and the acquisition of several treasures, he continued his journey, eventually arriving at a prominent altar.